Chapter Eleven

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He sends me off to the room and brings the rope along. I got a feeling I am gonna be tied up again. This is gonna hurt. I sit on the edge of the bed as he stands in front of me. He stares into my eyes. His green eyes sparkle. He hasn't tied me up yet. He is just tilting my head up with his hands. The star and moonlight glimmer so perfectly against the right side of his face. All I can feel is his touch and an urge I wanna fight. It seems he is fighting it to. I can feel it. I have never felt this connected to anyone in the fifteen years I've lived. It's quiet, dark, cold, and just the two of us. I feel so connected, but I can't. Not him. Anyone, but him. Can he see the resistance in my eyes? His hands slowly drop from my face. He must have saw it. He gentle grabs my hands and ties the rope around my wrist. Without another word he walks out the room and closes the door leaving me conflicted.


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